Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Vietnam and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Audionom to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Rhythm & Sound. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & Metallica tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dual Sessions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fatback Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Joyce Sims,
The Black Dice,
The Mummies,
Joensuu 1685,
Skriet,
Buzzcocks,
Joey Negro,
Johnny Clarke,
The Busters,
Rites of Spring,
Bobby Sherman,
Scott Walker,
Chris Corsano,
Infiniti,
Suicide,
Heaven 17,
Derrick Morgan,
Los Fastidios,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Nas,
The Dave Clark Five,
Grauzone,
Gregory Isaacs,
Traffic Nightmare,
Reuben Wilson,
Black Pus,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Interpol,
Main Source,
The Martian,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Fortunes,
Throbbing Gristle,
Dawn Penn,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Pretty Things,
Donald Byrd,
Skaos,
Hot Snakes,
Max Romeo,
Roy Ayers,
The Fire Engines,
Bizarre Inc.,
Angry Samoans,
Jeff Mills,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Pierre Henry,
Excepter,
T. Rex,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Tomorrow,
Crash Course in Science,
One Last Wish,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Howard Jones,
The Searchers,
Ohio Players,
Q and Not U,
Moebius,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.